I've been drawing a bit. And, some of that is hitting scraps.
Tentative date? Soon.
As for my artistic movement? Man, I'm no artist. Don't know who I'm trying to kid.
I just draw. I'm a comic artist, but I'm no good at comics. So, you're going to see me try and make that leap into the art form I was meant for.
But as for my one artsy piece, Sinner, things like that will pop up. Sometimes I wake up and I do have a soul.
And, a recent wanderer to my scraps gallery made me want to draw Sam Vimes and Teatime again. Should be fun.
Hopefully, hopefully, I am actually a digital kind of person, and obtaining a tablet will be the catalyst that sends me into real art. While allowing me more freedom to grow as a comic artist.
But enough about me.
And more about some beautiful people.










If I didn't put you up there, or you would like me to remove you, or change the link to another account, dude, it's cool. Just drop me a line, and I'll fix you up nice.
Crosswound, dude, how do you do that beautiful digital work that you do?
I guess I'm out.
Oh. And. Um. Support your local comic sellers. It's because of guys like that that guys like me find the kind of fuel they need to burn to get their soul and work habits going.
Unless it's some big corporate retailer. Burn that thing to the ground.
Oh, and words about the hurricane stuff going on in Louisiana, since I live in Bible-thumping Louisiana. In my town, everything, has, well, gone, a bit awry.
Gas? Bread? Rapists and child molesters? Gangs? Cops arresting people left and right?
All kinds of stuff. Crazy stuff. Crazy. I believe 30% of the people in the areas they were keeping them in were criminal record-types. And, uh, they seem to have vanished into our community. So. Yeah.
But hopefully, everyone will be okay.
This freedom isn't freedom. But there is no other pill to take, so I swallow the one that makes me ill.